[ It's the small, intimate gestures that they know all too well, now. The barest lift of a chin, a furtive glance, a knuckle brushing the back of a hand. Gestures intended to communicate a measure of trust, of mutual respect.
Gestures intended to make his blood pressure briefly spike, as Nate's stomach tenses under that inquisitive contact. ]
Wow, that's bad. Even for you.
[ Says the reigning champion of Crappiest Jokes Told In The Presence of One's Significant Other. Nate's toothy smile grazes Ian's throat. ]
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Gestures intended to make his blood pressure briefly spike, as Nate's stomach tenses under that inquisitive contact. ]
Wow, that's bad. Even for you.
[ Says the reigning champion of Crappiest Jokes Told In The Presence of One's Significant Other. Nate's toothy smile grazes Ian's throat. ]
You're lucky I like you so much.